Reposting date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002, on a Babylon 5 fan fiction email group.
Email to: redwulf50@hotmail.com
Subject: Byron's Knights of the living Dead
Since we are talking about teeps.
Jesse
Title: Byron's Knight's of the Living Dead
Author: Red Wulf
Part: 1 of 1
Pairing: This is a Talia/Marcus buddy story
Rating: PG13
Disclaimers: I own none of this but a twisted imagination
Archive instructions: Sure just tell me where.
Author's notes: It ain't my fault my muse is a sadistic witch.
This is kind of a Marcus/Talia Buddy story *VBEG* hehe
As Byron walked into Susan's quarters he thought back to the ease that she had fallen for his little plan. Little did she know that she was just a pawn in a much larger game. As if he could actually be attracted to a latent she was just a step above mundanes, basically just gene trash. It seemed he reminded her of both of her dead loves, a weak willed lovesick fool named Marcus, and a piddling P5 named Talia. All in all she had been pathetically easy to get into his bed, and when she had slept afterwards he had 'rearranged her thoughts' she was now devoted to his very wish, not enough to arouse the suspicions of her friends. Yet it was enough that he was the one in control of Babylon 5 not Sheridan. That was the way it should be after all, wasn't he a god among men. Byron had arranged it so that Susan would be working tonight so that he could have this moment to himself after all if the Brakiri were right then those most important to him would visit him this night and he wished to talk to his trainer.
The shadows moved off to his right and Byron smiled, but the figures that emerged were not anyone he recognized. One was a medium height slender blonde haired woman in commercial telepath clothing the other a rather tall dark haired man in Ranger costume. As it dawned on him who they were he laughed.
"So the two of you dropped by tonight to see Susan," Byron smiled wickedly. "I hope you are not too disappointed."
"You will do nicely." Marcus said as he looked over at Talia. "I think I might enjoy this."
Talia advanced on the former psicop with alook of profound anger on her face.
This was to delicious; Susan's two former loves were here to stop him, even from the other side of the grave. It would be fun to see if he could kill them again. Byron reached out with his mind first towards Talia and then at Marcus but he couldn't feel a thing. His eyes returned to focus to find himself bracketed by the dead duo.
"Your power's won't work on us. You see the living aren't ready to see what lies beyond the rim." Talia said breaking the silence.
Marcus stepped towards him with an evil smile. In his hand he held a small cylinder, he toyed with one end while looking directly into Byron's eyes. The thing suddenly opened and slammed Byron in the side of the leg just below the knee. The fact that the bones there were now broken was easy to be seen.
"I told you Marcus." The honey blonde woman said. "Anything you do I get to do too."
"I thought that only applied to Susan." Marcus said as he stepped back out of Talia's way.
"No, you knew as well as I did he might be here and we agreed we would take turns."
"By all means then Enjoy yourself." The smile evident in his voice.
Byron clutched at his broken left leg in pain wondering how he was going to get out of this.
"You are not." Talia answered his thoughts out loud. "You see after the way you have treated Susan lately Marcus and I have agreed to put aside our differances and torture you to death." She then used her telekinesis to break the bones in his lower left arm.
"Oh, that had to hurt." Marcus said from the other side. "You know Talia maybe you aren't so bad after all. By the by Byron in your case torture might be the wrong word since in most cases torture is used to make someone say something or do something. In your case however we just intend to keep doing this until you're dead, and guess what, we have all night."
Byron tried to hold his weight up on his uninjured right hand and leg. Marcus again held an unopened pike, he looked down mischeviously and suddenly opened it this time breaking the bones in Byron's right hand.
"You know Marcus you aren't that bad a guy but you should try something different once in a while."
"And exactly what did you have in mind Talia?"
"Why did you think I wore stilito heels?" The woman said with an evil smile. "Hold him up for a minute."
Byron found himself suddenly held up so that only his right foot was on the ground. His boot and sock seemed to explode. Talia strolled up slowly and jammed her heel down into his foot until the pointed bottom hit the floor.
"What do you think we should try next." Marcus asked.
"Well if you held that pike in the right place when you opened it we could have a Byroncicle. . . "
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